I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 570 The White Ox Venerable

"Ghost!"

"It's still a demon, Lorraine, look at your head..."

Lilith glanced at the map, then looked up to see a dazzlingly white minotaur riding on Lorraine's neck. Its massive size should have bent the shrunken, skeletal man's neck...

"I touched it...it has meat...beef..."

“Alas. Young friend, you are not right. This is a soul body. As a necromancer, you should be familiar with it... You also have the same constitution, but the powers we cultivate are different. You are just particularly sensitive to vengeful and evil spirits, while I can only redeem kind souls.”

......

The ethereal white minotaur really looked just like a ghost.

But he doesn't seem to be a vengeful spirit...

The strange sense of rejection emanating from the rune's right eye proves this point.

Lorraine could even feel the faint warmth emanating from the white bull ghost—a strange sensation, teetering between life and death, sometimes as gentle as jade, sometimes as cold as rain... Like a soft breeze caressing his face, the old bull's voice was magnetic and lingering...

It seems as if the spirits of ancestors are chanting.

Lorraine suddenly remembered an old friend, on whom someone had entrusted her with a favor.

More than half a month, twenty-eight days, passed in the blink of an eye. On the third day after leaving Deathstroke, he encountered the old tauren, the quartermaster of Orgrimmar, who was concerned about his ancestral land of Thunder Bluff and missed his mother and friends, and who was also the tauren stone guard who was supplying provisions and supplies to Undercity...

What was it called again?

I can't remember...

Just like he couldn't remember the name of the Fireblade Clan's leader spy, Lorraine wondered if he had failed to fulfill Old Bull's request, and that this guy had turned into a vengeful ghost to hold him accountable.

Not really...

"Oh, right. I... Gamor will protect everyone!"

"The leader of Fireblade is called Neilru & Fireblade. That guy guards the entrance; you absolutely can't go back. I told you. The only way is through the secret passage... but I've never been there before; I'm terrified of finding my way around, you know..."

Lilith heard Lorraine's mutterings and blurted them out.

They seemed to have forgotten the strange creature that had suddenly appeared riding on Lorraine's head.

Lorraine suddenly realized and tried to get the thing off his head. What kind of person likes to ride on someone's neck to chat? Did this old white ox think it meant that the son was riding on the father's head like a horse?

I have no desire to be its father. I am a ghost, I cannot reproduce, I have no means of committing the crime, and I have never been a father...

As she murmured, Lorraine's voice suddenly softened, and she felt a pang of sadness...

"Alas, young friend... the plague seed within you is eroding your life force, your magic, your necromantic power. And there's also an unknown soul, weak and dangerous. Perhaps I could help you release it from this cycle... I want to thank you..."

"Thank me? To deliver another soul?"

Lorraine heard what the white bull ghost said, and Lilith heard it too; she was a little scared.

It's not like she's never seen ghosts, phantoms, or zombies before. While fighting the Scourge and adventuring everywhere, Lilith, along with her brother and others, had already dealt with the Scourge's undead soldiers.

I've seen far more disgusting and terrifying creatures, but this bizarre yet powerful being is the only one that sends chills down my spine.

This is the essence of Chinese horror...

Let's put it another way...

Feel free to improvise.

Upon hearing the White Bull Ghost's words, Lorraine realized that the old White Bull could still sense his teacher's soul.

The teacher is weak and in poor condition.

The secret of the plague seed was known only to him and his teacher... This guy was someone important, definitely very strong, he quickly stopped him: "Please don't! If you want to thank me, get off my neck, okay..."

"By the way...why are you thanking me?"

Lorraine was puzzled...

The old ox trembled slightly, letting out a strange, comfortable sound against Lorraine's neck. "I have been imprisoned for far too long, and my soul power is extremely weak. I need your soul power to nourish me. The resentment, curse power, and ghostly chill on your body are the perfect medicine to nourish a Soul Venerable... so I have no choice but to stick close to you."

The old ox sniffed with its big nose.

"Your soul is pure and kind, naive in its ignorance. You were a pure human soul who could have ascended to the Holy Temple, but for some reason, you were dragged into the realm of the dead."

"Your soul is now only half complete; the other half is held together by that strange, weak, and extremely powerful entity..."

"The shadowy power of the Plague Seed is relentlessly corroding you, targeting the symbiote within your body... If left unchecked, within three days at most, that part of your soul will be completely annihilated and assimilated by the Plague Seed. At that point, you might become a mindless zombie..."

Upon hearing this, Lorraine was shocked and immediately felt extremely annoyed.

"I'm wasting my time here while my teacher is in such grave danger? Lorraine, Lorraine, you are such a selfish and arrogant person! Your teacher suffered a terrible injury because of you... and you're hiding here doing nothing? Lazy and negligent, only concerned with escaping, even using your teacher to save your own life, you didn't even realize your teacher was about to die..."

Old Niu's words stung like needles; Lorraine was filled with remorse and stopped running.

Lilith turned her head curiously, and upon seeing the white minotaur ghost above Lorraine's head, she immediately began chanting a spell, instantly activating Holy Light Retribution...

Holy Light magic, which usually had an effect even against the weakest undead creatures, had no effect on the white bull ghost. Instead, the white bull nodded at Lilith in gratitude...

"The Holy Light is always selfless, which also helps those wicked people who deceive it."

"To be honest, I must thank you. I was captured by the Holy Light Tribunal and imprisoned in the Void Cage... I never expected to escape... I should have been handed over to humans, so how I ended up here, I know..."

The old white bull calls itself the Venerable White Bull... claiming to be a descendant of an unknown bull god... It not only practiced the supreme soul magic of shamanism but also studied the path of druidism, becoming one of the white bull prophets of the minotaur class who underwent self-rebirth as a soulwalker. As for its name, it refuses to reveal it...

Lorraine didn't know which tribe's prophet he was, or whether he was a Minotaur tribal prophet; he couldn't be sure.

In gratitude for his rescue, the other party offered to provide a way to eradicate the plague. As for the other weakened soul, it suggested that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one, helping Lorraine to split the teacher's cancerous growth...

For a fleeting moment, Lorraine was actually somewhat moved...

Kill the teacher...

An independent soul—isn't that what he's always longed for?

But without a teacher, would Lorraine still be the Lorraine she is today?

His goal was to save himself and help his teacher?

Severing the ties between oneself and one's teacher is equivalent to giving up everything, bringing immense relief.

"You're tempted, aren't you...? You can do it, this is the best... choice..."

An evil voice rang out, but the White Bull Venerable waved his bone lamp, and the voice vanished. "The Seed of Plague is a vicious spell; it plants a demonic seed deep within the soul, constantly devouring and influencing your mind. I've only seen this secret technique on a few people, and it's very difficult to eradicate completely. Even the Archbishop of Stormwind had it. I wanted to help him, but as a guest, I was condemned as a heretic by the Holy Light Church. Tauren have no inherent malice towards humans, yet they see us as alien beasts..."

"What has become of the High Ridge?"

"Over the long years, evil has taken root, and the wrath of the earth has never ceased. You have rescued me and my friends, but you have also unleashed some terrible beings... Go to Thunder Bluff, I will be waiting for you there. I have many things to do, and I must go to the Emerald Dream to find my old friend... and tell it of the dangers of this world."

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"Before your plague seed fully blossoms into an evil flower, you must find my offspring in the Thunder Bluff Ancestral Lands. They will heal you, and I can suppress it for a time..."

“Young friend, each necromancer has their own mission, which I shouldn’t interfere with. Nature’s selection and the fall of life have their own laws. We believe in Mother Earth. I can take the life of a Tauren, but I cannot take yours… You cannot be freed; you must move forward… you cannot stop… you must advance… you cannot slacken, until everything is purified…”

The old white ox stammered... Lorraine and Lilith were stunned. In a daze, the white ox vanished into thin air, becoming transparent. This soul traveler was elusive and unpredictable...

Lilith seemed to have heard something strange; her little head kept turning, and she became even more curious about Lorraine...

Lorraine realized that her time with her teacher was running out...